Angela wrote - Hey Guen - I love your blog! I have one… First a little background - because of past medical issues I had always been concerned about being able to have children. That was obviously NOT an issue (Angela currently has 4 boys), however, at this time I thought (and worried) about it a lot. It was July 23, 1995 and we were on vacation with Jim’s family. They are devout Catholics so we all went to church in VA beach and ended up in the balcony at the back of the church. It was really crowded and loud so I couldn’t hear the sermon at all (and honestly my mind was wandering, thinking that I wanted to be sitting on the beach instead! Haha). Suddenly, in a BOOMING voice I heard “BY THIS TIME NEXT YEAR, YOU WILL HAVE A SON” - it was the story of Sarah and Abraham. I got chills and wondered why the priest spoke SO loudly for that one sentence, but no one around me appeared to be phased. It was weird to me at the time that no one else seemed to take notice of this one shouted sentence so I shrugged it off and didn’t think much else about it.
Several weeks later I found out I was pregnant and on April 24, 1996 - almost exactly 9 months later - I had a son! He was born at 12:08 am… less than 10 minutes from being born on the 23rd!
Thanks Angela - I have become a firm believer that if there is a message for you, it will find its way to you whether your paying attention or not!! I’ve had similar thing happen to me.
As a side note, the day after you were sitting in the church and heard the BOOMING message, I was in the hospital having my twin boys, July 24, 1995! The 24th must be a good date for having sons!.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
April 6, 2010 - Ring, ring... answer your phone. Scout is calling!
Background - I was substituting in our middle school (a school of approximately 1200 students) for a teacher that I had never subbed for before. I was rushing to read the plans for the day and had, in the process, forgotten to turn off my cell phone. What a rookie mistake! Any substitute worth her salt knows what chaos a ringing phone can cause in a middle school classroom!! It was the first time in over a year I had forgotten to turn the thing off before I started class.
Midway through class, I finally had all the little stinkers on task and was feeling pretty good about the job when I hear my phone jingling in my purse. Cringing, I tried to ignore the first few rings, but it wasn’t long before every student in class was now focusing intently on the ringing phone instead of their work. Finally one of the boys looked at me and stated the obvious “your phone’s ringing!” I smiled at how cute he was and told him I was aware of that, then got everyone back on task and finished out the class.
As soon as the bell rang and I was able to clear the classroom I went to check and see who had called me. It had been my sister-in-law calling to tell me that one of our mutual friends was involved in a bit of a minor scandal and wanted to know if I knew about it. I hadn’t heard the news, but at that point I was too shocked to care about the scandal anyway. After hearing her say the name of our friends I just stood there trying to process the weirdness of this latest tug on the shirt from God, the universe or the “powers that be” until my next class filing noisily into the room jolted me out of my daze.
S.C.O.U.T. - I was reeling because not only was this scandalous couples son in my last block (I had never had him in my class before), he had been the little boy who had told me my phone was ringing! He obviously had no way of knowing that the call he was informing me of was to gossip about his parents. Come on!!!! You’ve got to be kidding me. I half expected my goofy dog S.C.O.U.T to come plodding around the corner and into the classroom it was so bizarre.
Was somone trying to tell me that its not nice to gossip by reminding me that the kids involved are innocent bystanders? If so, I heard them loud and clear.
Midway through class, I finally had all the little stinkers on task and was feeling pretty good about the job when I hear my phone jingling in my purse. Cringing, I tried to ignore the first few rings, but it wasn’t long before every student in class was now focusing intently on the ringing phone instead of their work. Finally one of the boys looked at me and stated the obvious “your phone’s ringing!” I smiled at how cute he was and told him I was aware of that, then got everyone back on task and finished out the class.
As soon as the bell rang and I was able to clear the classroom I went to check and see who had called me. It had been my sister-in-law calling to tell me that one of our mutual friends was involved in a bit of a minor scandal and wanted to know if I knew about it. I hadn’t heard the news, but at that point I was too shocked to care about the scandal anyway. After hearing her say the name of our friends I just stood there trying to process the weirdness of this latest tug on the shirt from God, the universe or the “powers that be” until my next class filing noisily into the room jolted me out of my daze.
S.C.O.U.T. - I was reeling because not only was this scandalous couples son in my last block (I had never had him in my class before), he had been the little boy who had told me my phone was ringing! He obviously had no way of knowing that the call he was informing me of was to gossip about his parents. Come on!!!! You’ve got to be kidding me. I half expected my goofy dog S.C.O.U.T to come plodding around the corner and into the classroom it was so bizarre.
Was somone trying to tell me that its not nice to gossip by reminding me that the kids involved are innocent bystanders? If so, I heard them loud and clear.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
April 5, 2010 - Your One Of A Kind Elton
Background - On Saturday, April 3, I was driving alone in the car and the Elton John song “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” came on. For the first time, in all the times of hearing that song, I really listened to the words. When Elton sang
“Maybe you’ll get a replacement”
“there’s plenty like me to be found"
I had to laugh and said out loud to the empty seats “I doubt that Elton. There’s hardly plenty like you to be found. Your definitely one of a kind!”. Realizing that I was once again talking to myself, I looked at the cars next to me to make sure no one had seen me jabbering away to an empty seat and, satisfied that I had avoided at least one embarrassing moment today, quietly enjoyed the end of the song.
S.C.O.U.T. - On Monday I attended my regular spinning class with our fun, bubbly instructor Kim. Class got underway and about three songs into the class I was amused to hear her play for the first time ever (I’ve taken her class for three years now), “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road”. It struck me as odd that I was hearing this oldie but goodie twice in two days and that, not only had I heard this blast from the past just the other day, but really paid attention to the lyrics and what they might mean. Was this a S.C.O.U.T.? At that moment I realized that this whole idea of strange timing was silly. I was reaching and most likely turning all of these events into something they weren’t. This was just a coincidence and it was ridiculous to read more into it. I dismissed it, vowed to keep my over-active imagination in check and focused on working up a sweat.
"Maybe you'll get a replacement"
"There's plenty like me to be found"
Just then, Kim lifted her head and said to the class...
"Plenty like you Elton? I doubt that"
"Your definately one of a kind!"
Now that's a S.C.O.U.T.!!! Was is it an echo of my thoughts? Or was God, the universe, or the "powers that be" playing a little joke on me while trying to tell me there's way more to this existence than meets the eye? One things for sure... whoever, or whatever is responsible for all this has a wicked sense of humor!
“Maybe you’ll get a replacement”
“there’s plenty like me to be found"
I had to laugh and said out loud to the empty seats “I doubt that Elton. There’s hardly plenty like you to be found. Your definitely one of a kind!”. Realizing that I was once again talking to myself, I looked at the cars next to me to make sure no one had seen me jabbering away to an empty seat and, satisfied that I had avoided at least one embarrassing moment today, quietly enjoyed the end of the song.
S.C.O.U.T. - On Monday I attended my regular spinning class with our fun, bubbly instructor Kim. Class got underway and about three songs into the class I was amused to hear her play for the first time ever (I’ve taken her class for three years now), “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road”. It struck me as odd that I was hearing this oldie but goodie twice in two days and that, not only had I heard this blast from the past just the other day, but really paid attention to the lyrics and what they might mean. Was this a S.C.O.U.T.? At that moment I realized that this whole idea of strange timing was silly. I was reaching and most likely turning all of these events into something they weren’t. This was just a coincidence and it was ridiculous to read more into it. I dismissed it, vowed to keep my over-active imagination in check and focused on working up a sweat.
"Maybe you'll get a replacement"
"There's plenty like me to be found"
Just then, Kim lifted her head and said to the class...
"Plenty like you Elton? I doubt that"
"Your definately one of a kind!"
Now that's a S.C.O.U.T.!!! Was is it an echo of my thoughts? Or was God, the universe, or the "powers that be" playing a little joke on me while trying to tell me there's way more to this existence than meets the eye? One things for sure... whoever, or whatever is responsible for all this has a wicked sense of humor!
Sunday, October 3, 2010
April 4, 2010 Easter Sunday - A sad day for bunnies :(
Background - My brother came for dinner and a visit today. While we were hanging around in the kitchen cooking and talking he begins to tell me the story of how he ran over a bunny with his car and how sick it made him feel. He had tried to swerve the car, but didn’t have time and ended up killing the poor little thing. He was clearly disturbed by the event and so I assumed that it had happened on the way to my house that evening. When I asked him where and when it had happened, he told me he had run it over weeks ago, and he didn’t even know why he was even thinking about it today or why he had brought it up at all. There was no way he could know how stunned I was at that moment as he shook his head and laughed about how silly it was to be so broken up over killing one little rabbit, and that he should just let it go already!
S.C.O.U.T. - He couldn’t know how stunned I was because he had no idea that I was writing a book, let alone what I was writing. I had spent hours the day before trying to construct the sad story of how my sweet, nurturing mother had run over my beloved bunny when I was 15 years old. It had been tied up in our carport and was hopping around the car… I know, bad idea. I had run into the house for just a moment and didn’t know she was getting ready to run errands. She came out, got in the car and backed out without a second thought... ouch, and yuck ): When she got home and found me sobbing over the squished bunny, she was absolutely beside herself and horrified at what she’d done. It was a good many years before she was able to forgive herself and accept that it was just an accident.
I’m sure its just a coincidence that my brother chose today to tell me about the one and only poor little bunny he has ever run over the day after I had spent hours constructing the story of the one and only poor little bunny that my mother had ever run over. I felt very connected to my brother at that moment. We were both mourning. He, his bunny, me, my bunny and both the loss of our mother, but it was just a coincidence, right? Have you ever run over a bunny? I haven’t. Oh, and in case your wondering, my bunnies name wasn’t scout…or was it?!
S.C.O.U.T. - He couldn’t know how stunned I was because he had no idea that I was writing a book, let alone what I was writing. I had spent hours the day before trying to construct the sad story of how my sweet, nurturing mother had run over my beloved bunny when I was 15 years old. It had been tied up in our carport and was hopping around the car… I know, bad idea. I had run into the house for just a moment and didn’t know she was getting ready to run errands. She came out, got in the car and backed out without a second thought... ouch, and yuck ): When she got home and found me sobbing over the squished bunny, she was absolutely beside herself and horrified at what she’d done. It was a good many years before she was able to forgive herself and accept that it was just an accident.
I’m sure its just a coincidence that my brother chose today to tell me about the one and only poor little bunny he has ever run over the day after I had spent hours constructing the story of the one and only poor little bunny that my mother had ever run over. I felt very connected to my brother at that moment. We were both mourning. He, his bunny, me, my bunny and both the loss of our mother, but it was just a coincidence, right? Have you ever run over a bunny? I haven’t. Oh, and in case your wondering, my bunnies name wasn’t scout…or was it?!
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